Yup
01/08/02
Hello sweetums, I’m back.
There are a few sweet pleasures that I would like to express appreciation for.
#1. Stretching out when sleeping *ALONE* in bed
#2. Not fighting with anyone for the covers
#3. Not quarreling with anyone over temperate conditions
#4. Not worrying about unresolved sexual tension
#5. Not fighting over computer time or online time
#6. Only having to mother myself and not anyone else (nor the feeling of guilt when it comes to nagging)
Still, I already miss Bertie. A lot. *giggle snort* Actually, though I feel somewhat burnt out, i really do miss the gang from the trip a tons. Still, I have the incriminiating video and tons of pictures to provide me with a smidgen of solace. And yeah, that video is rather um, well, um, let’s just say that even if I had sex with a Kennedy I wouldn’t be able to run for office.
And we’re off & running for 2002. Goodness. I already feel like I’m slipping far behind. Of note, I finally saw a copy of the Oakland Tribune piece that covered me and my wacked out year of 2001 which is on the front page of the Bay Area Living section dated Sunday December 30th. Were it not the fact that I sound like a vapid yuppy in my own quotes, I’d rather like the article. But then again, I must remind myself that on occassion I *am* a vapid yuppy. So be it. Touche.
Things I’m already behind in
- Finding a Job
- Going to Church
- Cleaning my room
- Putting together a writing projects list
- Contacting my editor
- Updating this website
- Redesigning shiznit
- Yada, Yada, Yada
- Cleaning up my ToDo list
- Responding to email
The new year brings new baby’s in to the world. My godson Oliver will be joined by a sister within a few weeks. Hot diggity! My friends Connie & Raphael (The hypersexual theological librarian (not kidding) and her husband) just had a lovely daughter as well. And then there is someone else I know who’s working avidly on conception. How fun of a project does that sound like?
Hold up, aren’t you forgetting something? Um, yeah, I *could* update you on the latest adventures in Vancouver, on the way back, recent developments in my romantic condition, recognition of my control freak qualities, going to a rave, kissing two lesbians in a three way, eating dinner at a divine little place called GRUB in the castro with the local Vancouver Trip crew, meeting yet another a cam diva while dropping off beer with Bertie, or about trying to sleep during the daytime because my circadian rhythms decided to take powder.
(True Confession: I couldn’t find the sleeping mask that I held on to from my AirFrance flight and the European adventure. In my delusional state to locate something to cover my eyes while allowing me to breathe, I wound up wrapping the periwinkle non padded, non underwired, bikini top from my hottubbing adventures with the diplomat over my weary and bloodshot eyes. When dealing with sunny days & large skylights, solid sleep demands some creativity and humility — like realizing that the bikini top is the exact same size as the sleeping mask.
Must. Not. Cry. Into. Beer.
I could update you with the crazy details, but I won’t.
So *nyah*.
Min Jung
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